-ONEwhiteFILE-
I get depressed
and in an hour or less
i'm sent away.
I'm under stress?
Underneath sheets
tucked in so tight i can't move.
For weeks i'll be here
under these lights to improve
my nervious lifestyles...
I'm now ONE of many white files.
This place isn't for me it's for the weak.
Why do we all feel so compeled to speak?
I don't like it in this place this
place is this place is this place is
this fist in your face.
Can you call me a mental case
from the inside of my suitcase?
How about without a head...
dead... hidden in the dark.
What could you call me then?
.
When they sent me away
i came back a new man.
i'm never going back
to that place again.
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